Disclaimer: I do not own Smallville or anything in Smallville, unfortunately, if I did then maybe Clark wouldn't have turned into such a massive... Well, you know. XD
Summary: Starts at 2X04, When Clark goes to the study session and invites the others to go to the bar with him, Chloe agrees, from there things spiral out of control.
"You guys wanna go to a bar?" The question was spontaneous and unexpected, both Lana and Pete staring at him with wide eyes, shocked at this unexpected behaviour, whereas Chloe raised both eyebrows as she stared at him, wondering if perhaps he had changed more than she had first thought during her internship. "Clark, you can commit academic harikari but the rest of us really need to cram for this test." Even as she replied however her eyes kept glancing to the side in thought, as though considering. His eyes narrowed at her, an eyebrow raising, sending shivers down her spine.
"C'mon guys, high school is supposed to be fun, this is not fun." He gestured, disgusted, at the piles of books in front of him.
Pete briefly considered before declining, realizing that even if they did get alcohol Clark couldn't get drunk and he didn't find it half as fun being a drunken idiot on his own, Lana quickly followed his lead, being a responsible young good girl, afterall, what would her parents think? (Oh, burn!)
Chloe, however, considered the decision a LOT harder. What the other three didn't know is that on her three-month internship in an attempt to forget about Smallville, and Clark specifically, she had started visiting clubs and bars, having a fake ID given to her by her rebellious cousin, Lois, gaining a particular taste for Karaoke and dancing. (Of course, having been taught to dance by Lois, her dancing could hardly be considered anything below pg-13).
"C'mon, my treat." Her eyes lit up slightly, what the hell? As he had said, high school WAS supposed to be the best years of your life. She smirked at him as she replied, cutting across Pete's question; "Okay."
Both Pete and Lana turned to her, they're eyes widening further, Clark looked surprised for a split second, making her smirk widen, wondering if he was going to chicken out, then he grinned, an enticing show-of-the-teeth grin that caused her heart to beat even faster than usual. "Alright then, let's go."
He grinned even further as he stood, giving him a wolf-like appearance even as Lana stood up, making her way to the bar, he narrowed his eyes slightly as he gazed after her, as though concentrating, before his grin settled into a narrow-lipped smirk and then he spun towards Chloe, doing a faux-bow as he gestured towards the door, "Ladies first."
She raised her eyebrow, amused, before playing along, "Thank you, good sir." She giggled, performing a curtsy and then sashaying her way towards the door, his eyes narrowed as he looked at, as though concentrating on her back before he turned to Pete, "Did you know Chloe has a birthmark on her cheek?" Pete turned, confused towards Clark, "No she doesn't."
"Not that cheek."
Pete's eyes widened and he turned to respond only for Clark to wink at him from next to the door before leaving with Chloe. Right then and there Pete knew something was wrong with Clark, but before he could stop him from leaving he had already left the room. "Oh hell."
Chloe blinked as she gazed at the motorcycle in front of her, "Wow."
Clark smirked as he handed her a helmet, turning to get on the bike, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "But what about you?"
"I don't need one." Her eyes widened in worry, "You ride without a helmet! Clark, that's dangerous!"
He sighed, realizing that she probably wouldn't let this go, before pulling out a spare from the other side of the bike, with invincibility he hadn't really been worried about the helmets being stolen.
"Alright then," She smirked back at him, "Where to?"
He grinned, "Why don't you decide?"
She put the helmet on and hopped on the back of the bike, "There's a cool club I once went to called The Red Tiger in Metropolis." She teased.
His eyebrows raised, slightly surprised, "Alright then, I was thinking more along the lines of a place in Smallville, but Metro it is." He grinned, putting the helmet over his head.
Her eyes widened, "Clark, I was just kidding."
He turned slightly, "I wasn't, we'll be there in an hour at max." He said. "Where is 'The Red Tiger'?"
"It's three blocks down from the Daily Planet, first you..."
When they arrived Chloe quickly got off of the bike, her legs shaking, "Jesus Clark, I'm pretty sure you broke the Speed limit!"
He grinned back at her, "I know, awesome right?"
She frowned slightly at how out of character he was acting, "Are you sure you're okay?"
He smiled in that Clark-like manner that only he could do and she looked into his eyes as he answered, "I'm fine, just decided to relax for tonight, you know, problem?" He narrowed his eyes at her at the question. She looked into his eyes and finally relaxed, guessing that he was just trying not to think to much. "No, no problem." She quickly smiled, guessing he was wondering if he was wrong in bringing her here, guilt was Clark's forte after all. "Shall we go inside?"
He openly leered at her and replied; "Aren't you a little overdressed?" While tilting his head at her coat, she reddened slightly at his obvious innuendo before unzipping her coat and taking it off, he stared down at her low-cut crop-top, "You should wear less more often." He grinned as she reddened further, "C'mon, let's go inside." He wrapped his arm around her in a one-armed hug, practically dragging her towards the club, a smirk on his lips.
"Clark, what's your rush?" She asked as he hurriedly pulled her along, smirking all the while, "I'm just trying to get to the action quicker, Chlo, wanna have more fun afterall." He smirked yet again. 'Why the hell does he keep grinning and smirking like that?'
As they entered the doors he looked around at the flashing lights, the dancing people and all the women in the bar, "Nice choice, Chloe."
They both sat at the bar and Clark smirked as he ordered them both some VERY alcoholic drinks, slipping the bartender an extra twenty while he ordered.
"Drink up." He shot her a mocking grin before bringing his glass to his lips, downing his drink in one long draw, as though daring her to. She narrowed her eyes at him and put her glass to her lips, taking half the glass in one fell swoop... And then starting to gag and choke. "Holy Fu..."
He burst out laughing as she twisted her face into an expression of agony. She glared, "Ass." He snickered again.
She glanced at him, frowning as she saw him eye a shapely brunette that walked by, dragging his eye with her. "Why'd you bring me here with you if all you're going to do is look at other women?" She asked when she saw him eyeing yet ANOTHER Brunette.
He looked down at her out of the corner of his eye, "You're jealous?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, slightly red cheeks puffing out. He snickered at her as she stumbled slightly, "You're a lightweight!"
"Shut up!" She shouted back as he led her to the dance-floor, grinning.
"You're right, though, I guess, how about we dance?" He shouted over the music before grabbing her by the hand and pulling her onto the dance floor.
"Come on!" He shouted over the noise, starting to shake with the crowd. She looked over the crowd and nervously tried to mimic what he was doing.
He laughed out loud again as he watched her sway slightly on her feet. "Can't you dance?"
"Well... Kinda." She murmured nervously.
He leered down at her, "I... Kinda, don't believe you." He smirked.
She glared up at him. "I can too, Jerk!" She shouted back over the noise, her words slurring slightly now.
"Heh, prove it." He challenged. "Alright!"
And then she started using his body like a pole.
When Chloe woke up that morning it was with a pounding headache. "Ugh, dear god, what did I do last night?" She asked herself, pushing a large arm off of her body- 'Wait, what?'
She looked over across from her- and froze.
There, lying with only a sheet rested across his lower body and an arm across her chest, rested Clark Kent in all his glory. Her wide eyes took in his body, and then hers. "Oh my god."
His eyes opened to take her in, "Hello nurse."
And indeed she was dressed like a nurse, partially at least, a nurses hat somehow stayed balanced precariously on her head and a ruffled white nurses outfit made of a clingy white outfit lay on the floor, alongside- Alongside a Fireman's outfit, a leather 'Police' woman's outfit, assumedly, along with various other bits and pieces ranging from a fedora to handcuffs, and those were only the mentionable things. "What the hell did we do last night!"
He grinned at her and replied; "Plenty, wanna do it again?"
She thanked her lucky stars that there were still two days to go until the test.
'Wait, bad Chloe, BAD!' "Clark, wait!" She quickly pushed herself out of the bed, pulling the covers with her, "We need tooooo..." She trailed off as she stared at a completely naked Clark, his muscles flexing powerfully and rippling with force as he stood up, her jaw clenched and she gulped, "Duh..."
He stepped around the bed and gently grabbed her shoulders, "I think we need to get back in bed, Chloe, don't you?" Her mind vaguely registered the question but her thoughts were otherwise preoccupied so she just nodded dumbly, "Glad you agree." He smirked, and with that he lifted her off the ground and fell onto the bed gently placing her beneath him. "Round two." His smirk widened.
Chloe gulped again.